System, Devil and Meaning Of Life
Most people—some idiots, some students, some teachers, some family members—see me as a
failure because my grades are low. They call me lazy because I don't study. First of all, it's not that I
can't do the work. I choose not to. Because I don't give a damn about that crap. Sitting for hours
solving problems feels completely meaningless and boring to me. But when I'm forced to, the same
"lazy" me can sit down for hours and grasp subjects with ease. No matter how many times I prove
how brilliant I am, they either see me as small and inexperienced, assume I'm dumb, or they're so
arrogant that they call someone like me lazy and dismiss my thoughts. They don't even listen. They
don't even ask. Because they themselves were either forced into this system at some point, or they
blame all their failures on not studying enough when they were younger. Or, most likely, they're so
arrogant and pathetic that they feel important in their miserable lives by constantly contradicting
others' thoughts and arguing with people who can actually think.
Now, let's talk about my thoughts. Why do we repeat countless, unrelated, forgettable topics at
school and then solve questions about them? I mean, why the hell should I care about the Doppler
effect, chemical reactions, electricity and magnetism, the functions of my organs and cells,
integrals, or trigonometry? To the people who say, "But these are useful in daily life," I say—please
don't make me split up your inheritance. Why, in this brief life where I'm constantly being tested,
should I spend my time trying to learn the mechanics of the world? If the knowledge I'm forced to
learn won't help me earn money, survive, or reach the capital I need for my ideals or values—why
the hell should I bother? For those fools who say "Knowledge is knowledge, general culture is
useful," (and I don't say fools out of habit—they're genuinely fools), I'm not a robot. My body and
mind can't carry this kind of weight.
And while we're at it—every human being is born with a unique character. Yes, of course family
and environment have a big influence, but what truly shapes people's responses, decisions, and
unique personalities are the things born inside them. Let me give an example: When I was very
young, I had a friend my age who lived in the same apartment building. I was a kind-hearted, naive,
shy, and hyperactive child. But he was the exact opposite. I'd pick cucumbers from the garden and
take them home; he'd trick me with lies like "they gave us homework to collect cucumbers" and
take advantage of my goodwill. He'd get jealous of my toys and break them without asking. I was
much more skilled and quicker than him, but whenever we lost in soccer, he'd almost cry, shout
"foul!" and push us into the fences, playing dirty and kicking wildly. In short, he was extremely
competitive but stupid. I used to go to their house a lot and talk with his mom—she was very kind,
polite, and calm, and his dad was the same. So the evil in him was clearly innate.
Now this guy, during exam season—he'd wake up at 5 a.m., study non-stop till school, come back
home at 5 p.m., and continue until midnight. He did this all year long. And yet, he only answered
five more questions than me—the guy who didn't study at all. I've digressed a bit, but here's the
point I want to make: My surroundings always called me lazy and held him up as an example.
Because he was born ambitious, he could grind endlessly—but he never had my talent, my love for
animals, my sense of humor, my athleticism. He could never find peace in life the way I could. I
just didn't want the peace I had that year to be ruined. I didn't want to be forced into grinding like
he was, just because people around me and their surroundings insisted that this was the only way.
Now you might ask—what does your surroundings' ambition or attempts to grind have to do with
you? Well, my dear friend, the system of the devil that made them obsessed with the wrong path,
that made them strive for the wrong things, is making them dumber by the day. And that's not
enough—they're changing their entire understanding of "fun" into gathering at restaurants to eat or
sipping coffee at cafés. They find it boring to take a walk outside and have deep conversations
about life, relationships, and memories (not that those idiots even have memories unless something
accidentally happened to them). Worse, when they walk for five hours, they act like they're about to
die, whining like old people.
And then there are the people who are already deep in the system but think they're living a
"normal" life just because they exercise, make money, and go out with their equally shallow friends
to visit new places. The worst part? My already unintelligent surroundings easily fall for this. (And
this—everyone being this stupid—only fuels my hatred for humanity.)
And here's the strange thing: I was ambitious enough to not end up in a shitty school, but unlike
others, I was also intelligent. Don't get it twisted—I didn't care about school or career out of
genuine interest. I worked hard because I didn't want to end up at a garbage school, be surrounded
by even dumber people, and turn into someone worse myself. I listened in class, I studied hard—but
I never compromised my character. I still joked around with teachers who taught well, both young
and old. I still played soccer every recess. I kept my mental strength and built my character on solid
values.
So let me ask—those people who devote their whole life to their career, who think they're "good
people" but live the greatest sin of stupidity, who work like dogs for every exam and are praised as
"disciplined" by other idiots (who are shocked by what ambitious people can do simply because
they themselves lack ambition)—are they truly successful?
Or are they just climbing the fake career ladder in a system created by another ambitious grind-
addict like themselves? Are they being distracted by certificates (which are really just tools the devil
uses to make you believe you're leveling up and unlocking new abilities as a reward for passing his
tests) so they can keep chasing goals on his path?
Think about it—you're surrounded by people who lack empathy, patience, and thought; who get
moody when things don't go their way; who believe they deserve to enjoy life just because they've
succeeded a little; and who associate pleasure and joy with filthy, devil-invented things, believing
those are the "rewards" for their achievements. And you don't even realize that you're trapped
among them—because now you, just like your superiors, have become a slave to the system. And
not only that, you're helping the system find new victims to keep its gears turning.
The devil doesn't lure you with murder, adultery, or theft like people assume, does he? You might
think I'm straying off topic sometimes—but I'm not. Let me continue. I admit, the exam room
we're being tested in is perfectly designed. It's filled with things that inspire awe. But our focus
should be on the test itself—not the beautifully designed pen they gave us to write with.
Honestly, I think school is a devilish invention meant to distract people with worldly
nonsense.Speaking of which—what is the devil? Is it a system someone created for a purpose,
upgraded every century? Or is it an actual being with slaves? I don't know. Honestly, despite
experiencing some unbelievable, supernatural events myself, I still don't know. Maybe I lived those moments because I was a really good person back then. Or maybe because my faith was strong.
Maybe someone—or something—wanted to see my reaction and thoughts so I went through it. I'm
not sure. I'm even ashamed to call myself a Muslim because I still haven't read the Qur'an.
Now you're probably misunderstanding me—like I'm saying kids shouldn't go to school, people
should remain illiterate, not know basic math, or understand nutrition, religions, or philosophies.
That's not what I mean at all. The issue is this: No one says, "Well, let's not learn derivatives, axons
and dendrites, the deserts of the world, or black-body radiation—otherwise, we'll be ignorant!"
That's the hypocrisy I'm talking about. That's the cognitive trick used to control fools.
Here's what I propose: If, in school, students were actually questioning the nature of being tested,
having meaningful discussions, forming ideologies, and becoming idealistic individuals—if they
were only taught knowledge that would directly serve their chosen field or ideals, then yes, school
would be a place worth attending.
But in this broken system, the only way to survive is to use the system in the most correct way
possible—without betraying your values, and using it to the bare minimum. We're already in hell—
but there's no fire, only the turning gears of a system.
Now let's talk about the goal of this system. Is it run by a god—or some creators of a simulation
—who gave us ambition, laziness, hatred, and sexual instincts to see if we forget we're being
tested? I don't know. But what I do know is this: The system hands you a phone while you're in the
middle of your test and throws you into a race.
Actually, let me adjust my metaphor. Imagine you're taking a test. In the middle of it, there's a
long paragraph full of beautiful imagery about the exam room and the pen and eraser they gave you.
And at the bottom of the paragraph is your mission: "Don't lose focus."
But you dive into the paragraph. And the more you dive in, the longer it becomes. It's just like
when you start learning to code, or make apps, websites, and games for money and the thrill of
achievement. You immerse yourself in the magical world of the paragraph. You dream, you set
goals. They give you certificates as proof of your learning and keep "leveling you up." You become
the perfect player in their game.
The game developers—or the authors of the paragraph, depending on which metaphor you prefer
—do everything they can to keep others from breaking the illusion and waking people up. Just like
when money was invented—so someone you don't like is forced to give you what you need because
a few rules and cash say so.
Over time, scams, theft, and industries born from the greed of inherently broken humans (yep,
devil again) created inequality. Some people ended up poor, some rich—and they convinced you
that life is impossible without money.
Since we're here, I can't skip this part. Idiots (meaning nearly all of humanity) tend to hate or
subconsciously reject those who are different. Or they constantly try to insert themselves into the
lives of people who think differently, arguing and debating their ideas. And because the ones they
argue with are usually idiots too, chaos erupts among people. We're born flawed—broken even.
Nothing we can do about that. Chaos breeds hatred, and chaos is only silenced by those who hold power.
By power, I mean people who dominate in social dynamics, those who manage to gather
incompatible people into a "rope" (usually by making each other's weirdness feel normal through
humor), or those who form an army by buying people with money—or gain superiority with
weapons they bought the same way. And trust me, they never silence chaos with goodwill. There's
always something in it for them. All we can do is speculate.
For example, to preserve their reign, they burden people with new troubles, create laws, make
sure people drown in their own hard lives and problems, give them pleasures and hobbies to distract
from how incompatible they are, and make anyone who rebels look like a peace-disturbing idiot.
They're always playing the role of "the good guy" who tells you we should live in peace and unity,
while actually dividing us on shallow things. I summarized this part quickly to avoid drifting too far
off-topic, so the way I explained it might feel fragmented. But manipulation and humanity's
stupidity—that's a whole other topic.
Like I said—they keep hammering the idea that we "can't live without money," constantly
reinforcing that message. Yes, they're technically right, but the purpose of rubbing it in your face is
knowing just how easily the human brain can be manipulated. They want to trap you in the lie: "The
more money, the more comfort, the more peace."
What you actually need to do is what David Goggins says—push your limits. Push your body.
And then stay away from that ever-satisfying feeling of "achievement" that triggers a dopamine
explosion. That feeling is what turns people into animals, numbs their brain, blocks their thoughts,
kills their athleticism, and drains their energy. (FYI: After reproduction, the body accelerates
catabolism, meaning you age and die faster.)
That dopamine rush creates a fake sense of accomplishment. And before you say, "But you also
feel achievement when you grind for exams," yeah, exactly—that's the danger. The system won't
let you settle for just that feeling. That's the trap. But when you push your body, or when you break
ankles on the field and line people up with slick moves, the only reward you get is inner peace. Not
money. Not anything else.
You go outside, completely exhausted. The breeze hits your face. Kids are playing. You lie back
on the grass under a bright blue sky. And you start to reflect on life. "Based on everything I've been
through, would I even want to be born into this life again? I have to count all the pain, frustration,
and sadness too. If I'm happy now, I was also deeply angry and full of hate before."
You ask yourself, "Would I come out as a good person if all my thoughts and actions were
weighed on a scale?" You think, "I can't forget this feeling—this peace. When I feel down again, I
need to remember this and chase it. But I can't keep this knowledge to myself. Even if the bad I've
done outweighs the good, maybe the test isn't over yet. I need to try harder. I need to train and feed
every animal I see so they won't struggle in life. Bla bla blaaa…" and you drift off into hours of
deep thoughts.
You're not thinking, "That guy did this to me, so he must hate me. I'll get him back." Or "What
kind of post would get me more likes?" Or "Let me rank the hottest girls at school." These are
thoughts that only pop up during brief mental pauses. And they're the kind of thoughts the system
has been subliminally trying to normalize for years—because they want you to think like that.
Speaking of grind-nerds—let me say this: life isn't equal for everyone. But for those who are
physically healthy, the simulation offers a chance to balance out your body type and abilities even if
you're way below average. And that builds confidence. A confident person usually feels special,
thinks differently, and boosts the capacity of their already healthy brain—sometimes to mind-
blowing levels. Of course, this requires healthy nutrition too.
And while we're on the subject—let me say this loud and clear: I won't get into food too deeply
(that's a whole other beast), but I have to touch on it. Medicine—at least today—isn't about fixing
one thing without messing up another. It's built on making money for those who've sold their souls
to the devil. They don't give you full cures upfront. I doubt any of you really believe that world
leaders (not just presidents, but those rich elites I mentioned earlier who manipulate the system to
enslave people and keep some poor and others rich) care about your health.
They trick you into thinking you're doing something meaningful—like studying medicine to
"help people" or "be respected." And you become someone whose brain is so overloaded with work
and stress that you don't even realize you've sold your soul to the devil.
If your mindset is "I don't care, I just want money," or "I just want to do good, make sacrifices,
and feel peaceful or be respected," then sorry, it's not that simple. Back in the day, people who
devoted themselves to medicine healed others using non-GMO plants, precise dosages, and correct
mixtures—and spread their treatments. But now, the system only allows you to read the books it
wants you to read. You end up becoming tired robots who slap medications on people just because
the symptoms match what the book says.
So yeah, the whole "being a good person" thing? Dead on arrival. In an industry where money
flows like a river and so many professions are insanely overpaid, the one who actually deserves it
works basically for free compared to others. So if you're thinking, "I'll just chase the money"—
yeah, that dream's dead too.
You live tired, drained, treating people you don't know—most of whom probably aren't even
worth treating. They're either ordinary, stupid, talentless, or straight-up bad. So tell me—will a
"thank you" from someone who only respects you because you helped someone they care about
make you feel good?
Let me put it another way: Take veterinary medicine. Isn't that a much more logical profession if
your goal is to be a good person or feel fulfilled?
A healthy mind never stops thinking. It lives by a motto. And every truly intelligent being, if given
the chance, would choose to live an honorable life with a purpose. Now you might say, "But how
would they survive without money?" I'm not saying don't make money at all. Unfortunately, the
world is in the hands of truly evil people, and there's nothing we can do about that. Our biggest
mistake was entering this test in the first place.
So go find a job that allows you to think for hours without wearing yourself down—where you
still have energy left to push your body, to reflect, to feel alive. Forget the college entrance exam
and all that crap. (And my advice? If possible, find a way to go abroad—even if it means leaving
your family.) But if you have money—grow your own food. Eat what comes directly from nature—
not genetically modified crap made "edible" just for you. Get your meat from villages where people have raised cattle for generations—from shepherds. Avoid animals that were pumped with
hormones to grow fast or produce more milk.
Oh—and this just came to mind (I'm not into all that frequency theory stuff, but still): Nikola
Tesla once said, "If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency,
and vibration." Now, when there are tons of videos exposing the music industry (made by insiders
themselves), I'm pretty sure there's something dark going on there too.
But what I want to focus on is something different. Ever since I was a kid, I'd ride to school on a
bus that always had the radio on. And without fail, all I ever heard were love songs. Over and over.
And it was like I was being forced to fall in love, to feel emotional, to become this overly romantic,
sentimental person. I was aware of it, and I hated it for years. I even tried to stop my mom from
listening to that stuff. Because I always felt like music could amplify and even change emotions
(High school unfortunately dragged me into that emotional swamp anyway.) Now, any self-aware,
thoughtful person might argue, "But isn't that a good thing? Music can cheer you up when you're
sad, motivate you when you work out, or make movies more impactful."
Sure, I get that. But listen—you're saying this thing is so powerful it can do all these insane,
unnatural things… and we're just supposed to believe that this invention—completely in the hands
of people who've sold their souls to the devil—is being used for good?
Come on. Do you really think something that powerful would be given to the public for a noble
purpose? And if so, for what? To get you hooked? To keep you glued to the shows, movies, and
animations they control? To make sure your most precious resource—your time—is wasted? To put
you deeper into the dream, deeper into the paragraph during the test, and help the devil win?
I can't claim to know everything. I can only think in theories. (My biggest dream is to read minds,
by the way.) But one thing I do know: they know something. And they have a plan.
And while we're on the topic—why do people openly admit they've sold their souls, who they
worship, or the rituals they take part in? Why do they suddenly expose the filth of their own leaders,
even at the risk of tearing down the whole facade? I've got two theories.
First: just imagine—you've been doing secret stuff for years, you keep succeeding, every move of
your master plan works out perfectly. But it gets boring. So you start dropping hints to the public—
making movies like Eyes Wide Shut using your own actors and directors. And then you sit back and
watch as the clueless mice in the cage (us) react with disbelief, denial, and helplessness. Wouldn't
you enjoy that? Personally, every time I pull something sneaky, I leave little clues for my friends
and watch them try to piece it together—it's fun. (Can't give you examples, they're personal.)
Second theory: maybe the devil and his minions have to do evil a certain way. Maybe there's a
rule: if they show people the truth and people laugh it off, deny it, or ignore it, that's considered
consent. That's how they get your approval—through manipulation. But this theory only holds if
you believe the devil is a real being.
And since we've come this far, I have to ask—what if those who created us or run the simulation
have gone beyond just observing the mice in the cage? What if they've started wanting to be one of
the mice, to experience life as one? Can you be sure the people around you are really like you? Can
you be sure I'm not one of them?
Maybe I am the devil. Maybe I'm just one of his slaves, and I'm writing all of this knowing it
won't be read or taken seriously. Maybe I'm doing it so that if you do read it, you'll see the truth I
showed you and unknowingly accept the contract. Maybe this explanation is just me having fun
again, laughing at how people still won't believe it even when told outright.
Just because someone is born naturally, with parents, doesn't mean they're one of us—the ones
stuck in the test, the candidates inside the simulation. We're talking about something so advanced
that it made Matrix-level stories seem like child's play.
Here's another question: Can something that's been created ever reach the intelligence of its
creator?
And another: How do you know if you're dreaming?
One of the answers? A calculator. In dreams, try multiplying two three-digit numbers (this only
works if you're even slightly suspicious that it might be a dream, not just any dream). Memorize
just two digits of the answer. If you do something clever like writing the answer on paper in the
dream, the result you see will match what you think is the result—not what it should actually be.
Once you realize you're dreaming, you might think, "Cool, now I'll wake up." But it's not that
simple.
Don't assume that realizing you're dreaming means you can just wake up. (Everyone has had that
moment in a dream where they realize it's a dream. But how much of your actual consciousness do
you still have in those moments?)
Here's what happened to me. My personal experience:
It was after the college exam (YKS). Everyone was getting their report cards and comparing
scores. But I had forgotten the exam even happened. I tried to ask what day it was—but they were
too caught up in the excitement to listen. When my turn came, I got my report card. Boom—first
place in the city. I was so happy I forgot everything. The dream had won. I started comparing scores
like everyone else.
But then I thought: "Wait, I'm not this lucky. This happiness feels off." I wanted to see the exact
details of my results, and I saw I was in the top percentile. That's when I thought, "Is this a dream?"
I tried to wake up. I kept thinking—if this is a dream, shouldn't I have woken up by now?
I don't remember if I had the thought that the dream itself was trying to stop me from waking up,
or if the consciousness that created the dream was resisting. But I do remember this—my friends
came over, started chatting, and I lost a bit of that awareness. But as I was walking down the stairs,
I decided to look again at the card—because I had forgotten what it said. And right then, I thought,
"Man, I really wanted to be first place…" and guess what, the card said "1st."
But I suddenly remembered—I wasn't first.
And in that instant, full awareness came back. I said to myself, "If I can't wake up from this, fine
—I'll keep going. But if I do wake up, I'm gonna curse this dream out hard." And just like that—
snap—I woke up. (And yeah, I kept my promise. I swore at the dream.)
When I woke up, the feelings I had were so weird—like falling into a void. I can't even describe
it. Because I'm human, and by nature, I forget the emotions I felt. Hell, I even forget the lessons
I've learned. The only thing I clearly remember is this thought: that the present moment is
completely fake, and that events that feel like they took hours in a dream only last seconds in the
real world.
So... waking up doesn't just mean realizing you're dreaming, huh?
Now let me get to what I really want to emphasize.
If that dream had been a nightmare, and I realized I was dreaming, I would've felt relieved—like
"Oh thank God," and just gone on enjoying my dream-world. But in this case, I was insanely happy.
It felt amazing. And realizing it wasn't real made me want to escape it immediately.
So what am I saying?
First: we can only exit this "test" when they want us to. Whoever or whatever they are.
Second: just because life might feel fake—because it might be a dream, a simulation, or a test—
doesn't mean we should treat it like it's meaningless. The pain is real. The joy is real. The sorrow,
the happiness—it's all real.
To those who say, "Well, if life's fake, what does it matter what I do? Why bother being a good
person? I'll just live for pleasure"—I say this: the things you think bring pleasure and joy, the things
you associate with "happiness"—they're thoughts planted in your head by the devil. True peace
comes from health, a clean conscience, and not being crushed by responsibility.
So don't let your cravings, addictions, and the system's rotting pieces trick you into thinking
pleasure is the answer. That's how the devil—this game's villain—wins.
Second point: This fake world is real. If you still feel guilt, if your conscience still works, if you
still hurt like hell when your fingernails are pulled—then you're human. You feel. You're not a
robot. So don't approach this like some cold logic puzzle. Don't laugh off what I'm saying just
because you think it sounds too crazy or dark.
Third: Yes, it's your choice. You can live a life that's trash, believing you're enjoying it. But you
have no idea what's waiting for you when you wake up from this world. You're forgetting that you
should live in fear of the One who created you. You're forgetting that when this test ends, you'll
probably be graded. You were given a body and a mind to develop. So your goal should be to
follow the One who gave you that—to aim for higher consciousness, higher being, "übermensch."
One last thing—and I can't leave without saying this:
Please. Don't have kids.
They'll either be smart, and suffer under the weight of all the stupidity around them—or they'll be
stupid and happy. And trust me: no level of happiness is worth the cost of stupidity. But a stupid
person wouldn't understand that anyway.
I know that, in the future, if I ever had a child, they'd say, "Dad, thank you for not bringing me
into this world." Even though they'll never exist to say it, that's what sacrifice really is.
I hate those arrogant rats who, just for their own pleasure, out of curiosity, or because they think
their genes are amazing, decide to create consciousness. Go adopt a kid. (I know it doesn't quite fit
the title of your topic, but I wanted to submit my initial thoughts to a few essay contests I found so
that if it gets out there, I can teach someone something. My english is not so good so sorry and thx
for ur reading.)